Soaring Through Space (What the Trip looked like at first)
Part 15 in my series, "My Mushroom Journey to Healed Trauma, Less Shame, and More Love"
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What began as the stenciled pattern tiled across the ceiling, primarily occurring in one or two muted colors, suddenly burst into myriad colors and leapt off the ceiling.
Though it wasn’t the ceiling any longer. Not really. Because my eyes were now closed (with an eye-mask pulled down), and plus, the concept of “ceiling” was very much This Dimension, and I was sinking in to That One.
The patterns swelled into three dimensionality and zoomed toward me (or I toward them?). Then they all vanished. Or maybe I zoomed past… through… into them?
Next it appeared black all around me, as though I was in space. But not outer space (with stars and planets and such), more like, I don’t know, emptiness. A void. But again, as I mentioned earlier, this was not scary.
Then an explosion of colors, increasing in vibrancy and variation, appeared all around me, forming in to patterns and shapes. Triangles appearing here. Strands of blinking rope lights twisting over there. Circles upon circles. Fractals swirling with mesmerizing predictability.
My mind scanned for an analogue of this visual experience, as though my consciousness in That Dimension needed some assurance of connection to This One. It finally settled on